Pardon my Fence

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Pardon my fence.
It doesn’t open completely,
So you’ll have to squeeze your way in.
It’s rather large,
So climbing over it might be difficult,
But I’ve met a few passersby who enjoy the challenge.
It’s rusted,
so it’s hard to see through,
But I don’t mind
Because, from what I remember,
There isn’t much of a view.
It’s old.
It came with the house,
So, though it wobbles
And teases to fall down every so often when the wind blows just right,
It never does.
It still stands.
It’s outlasted every season,
Each day,
All of the attempts against it.
Pardon my fence.
It doesn’t seem to be going down any time soon.
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About Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez

Born in Puerto Rico and raised in the mainland United States, I graduated with a B.A. in English Literature from the University of Maryland, Baltimore County (UMBC) and am a 2016 VONA Voices Alumna. I currently perform spoken-word in the greater Washington D.C. area and have previously performed in Philadelphia, Miami, and the Dominican Republic. Most recently, I have been published in Public Pool, Spillwords, and The Acentos Review, and Here Comes Everyone: East & West Issue.